Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Brick,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.